It's a regilar court, though we make it up ourselves, and app'ints our own judges and juries, and pass judgment 'cordin' to the case.

Ef it's the first offence, or only a small one, we let's the fellow off with only a taste of the hickory.

Ef it's a tough case, and an old sinner, we give him a belly-full.

Ef the whole country's roused, then Judge Lynch puts on his black cap, and the rascal takes a hard ride on a rail, a duck in the pond, and a perfect seasoning of hickories, tell thar ain't much left of him, or, may be, they don't stop to curry him, but jest halters him at once to the nearest swinging limb." "Sharp justice! and which of these punishments will they be likely to bestow upon the Yankee ?" "Well thar's no telling; but I reckon he runs a smart chance of grazing agin the whole on 'em.

They've got a long account agin him.